the Rift


Hymn for the Shameless [Angora]
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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo
#1
This is not a rescue attempt of Arah, it is stealth via challenge aimed for Angora. Standard challenge rules applies.


He had left the Plague meeting with a goal in mind, a purpose in his step, and as the others returned north to the comfort of the Basin, Mauja drifted south into warmer air and strengthening winds. Snow turned to slush turned to small tussocks of yellowing summer's grass underhoof, and as the time wore on, the sky lost its midnight black color in the east. Upon the broad width of the isthmus the Frostheart ground to a halt, the full moon sinking towards one horizon, but sunrise was still many hours off. The stars reigned yet, cold speckles of pulsating light so far away, and the low moon cast his crisp shadow across the cold ground in front of him. Back-lit and with the gale tugging at his long hair Mauja seemed less a mortal and more some dark ice revenant come to haunt the living and drink their warm blood.

Angora. He knew nothing of her, nothing more than her name and what she had done, but that was enough for him. The bitch had harassed them before, like a hyena snapping after prey on the outskirts of a herd, but they had driven her off — but not this time. She had found a weak spot it seemed, or had it been a moment of luck? Whatever the case, Arah had been deprived of her freedom, and the culprit needed to be put in her place, and learn where she belonged in the new world order. It was strange, that it was he, Mauja, who stood there upon the wind-whipped bridge connecting north to south, thinking these thoughts of darkness, with a smoldering fire of rage slowly stirring into life within his icy soul — gentle and kind, it was he who had soothed many worries in the past and kept the peace with the other herds, until Kri had betrayed him.

But, he thought wryly as he raised his head into the strong winds, it was as he had said at the meeting — too long since he had been useful. Too long since his mind had sunk into the pattern of war, since blood had slid down the curved, frosted length of his horn. Impassive, frigid and elegant, composed, but the longer he went without release, the more the marble cracked and revealed the beast within.

Long, ghastly tendrils of his white mane and tail lashed to and fro in the harsh weather, the bitter and cold winds doing nothing to soothe his mounting wrath. On each horizon the icy ocean lapped against snow-free shores, but he could feel the bite of winter in the air as it shoved itself against his skin. With a hunting cry, Irma spread her wings and braved the air, and with determination she rose, buffeted by the gale but not losing herself to it. On the ground below her, Mauja opened his maw wide, and roared her name into the howling winds. "ANGORA!"



Risha - Vodiza
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

Angora Posts: 71
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Mare :: Equine :: 15hh :: Died at 6yo Buff: NOVICE
Vallie
#2
She had lurked here for some time. Recently she had fought Loki, and wounds were plain as day on her. A few nicks and tucks, but nothing otherwise. The gold fae had no interest in fighting again, and with the fights so close? She didn't have the heart for war yet. Her legs ached from maneuvering how she never really did. The feeling of her hooves hitting skin was not favorable to the mare. Nothing made her adrenaline run. With no interest in battle, Angora would suffer some with the fight that would lay infront of her in a moment. Why had everything here been about fighting? Was Angora wanted throughout this region?

She had stolen Arah, but in this rare case, snuck away from the mare. She wasn't sure if she wanted to even keep the mare. As it turns out, the bisexual mare really dispized the deer horse. What was so good about the bloody color of milk? With an aggravated huff, Angora trudged on. On until she heard a stag call her name. Beast like chords wrapped with a coat of strength. Angora had no clue where the voice had come from, but obviously male she decided not to linger further from the voice. Her name had been shouted by many now and to be honest she didn't like it much. Horses screamed her name and automatically thought she would show her face?

Angora now tried locating the voice and look to her left where the voice was thought to be. Anger trickles down her body, but settling with a passive additude. Her orbs flickering from left to right as she tried finding a body to match the voice. Arching her head without a thought. Her default was the mood of flirt, then everything else, than at the way bottom of her list of personas was warrior. Glancing around one last time, she sought the voice. Giving up, she walked only a few steps before curiosity took control. "Why call? It isn't proper to bellow a lady's name." Covered in a liquid sugar, her voice reeked curiosity, and many horses used that against her, but she didn't control it. Opinions could be changed with a flick of magic. Couldn't they?

Why had life been cruel to her hear? She had never hurt anyone. Along the way she had trespassed a few lines, but the mare couldn't think of anything. The only horses that would call with a hint of distaste would be the Basin horses. Why would they seek her? An equine? She knew very well some of the horses were extremely racist. She remembered the kudu horned horse she had met. He smelt Basin and she still wasn't sure of his placement. Everything that flew through her mind flickered off. Silent. A lone antelope unaware of the predator near her.

OOC: Angora comes prepared.
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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo
#3

The roar of the wind drowned out the sound of his pulse, but he could feel it, the throb of life within his chest, cold marble hammering against a cage of ice. Distantly he heard the crash of water against rocks, the dark waves riding high in the night, moonlight shimmering upon the froth as they came down like mouths trying to consume the land.

Mauja didn't care. The only way he was going to fall into the frigid water was if he ran into it, and he didn't plan on doing that.

His patience was running low, worn ragged by the whipping winds. It howled and moaned, touching him with freezing hands, and, snarling, he began to pace. The storm threatened to steal the very warmth from his body, and despite the layers of rage blanketing his mind, he knew how very foolish it would be to engage in such a twisting, intricate dance with cold muscles. Stomping one hoof upon the ground he began to trot, small, small circles while his hot, ragged breath counted down the time. He could hardly call it the calm before the storm, as the winds were trying to push him to his knees, but he could call it waiting, and he hated it. Hated not knowing.. when.. where... Irma's sharp eyes caught movement, at last, and his pacing ceased instantly. With cords of white whipping in front of his face Mauja stared with bleached-out eyes upon the shape approaching: slender, shorter, some dull brown in the monochromatic light cast by the moon.

Her silken voice found his ears, which immediately flattened themselves to his neck at the sound. Proper? It wasn't proper for ladies to abduct herd members either, but if she was fool enough not to recognize why he was here, let her suffer her agony in ignorance. She deserved it. Raising his head in the gale Mauja pinned her with his gaze, thankful that his low growling wouldn't carry across the din of the weather and crash of wave. She didn't need to know just how close he was to snapping, how close to the brink of insanity he stood, peering down into the chasm and wondering how it would feel to let go of control. With something almost thoughtful in his near-white eyes Mauja let his gaze wander her body. Surely she was warm, even on a night like this... He jerked into motion, gliding like a moonlight wraith across the flattened grass, frost glittering upon the bent blades where he had stepped.

"You're coming with me." His cold, clipped voice cut through the turbulent air. It was not a request; it was a command. Unless she would break and run away he drew nearer, eerie-looking with his cold corona of light and his slow, sure-footed walk, long mane and tail lashing about him like angry snakes. "And if you won't come of your own free will," he continued in a smooth voice, his eyes frigid.

"I will make you come."



Risha - Dorozhenka
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

Angora Posts: 71
Deceased
Mare :: Equine :: 15hh :: Died at 6yo Buff: NOVICE
Vallie
#4
She stood still. Not one flinch in her coat. A stallions voice rang out. You're coming with me. Well fine, she'd go. What trouble could she get into? She hadn't liked Arah much and hated fighting, so, what would she lose? Yes, she wouldn't see the on she truly loved, but what did it matter? He was a mess and a half. Angora heard his voice yet again. An annoying one this one was. There was no need to repeat stupid things. She knew he would make her, and he stated it. Angora could see his muscles ripple as anger flushed his body. A horse full of testosterone and acting all macho would beat her for sure. Her bones had never truly fought so why would she fight him? So he could brag later?

The gold fae surrendered. "So, it seems a fair fight. One crazed stallion against on mare that came from having a dead child? I do not wish to fight you."Sarcasm dripped from her words. Each held a fire that burnt the poison inside of them. A moment passed. Wind whipping her fur around. Her mane starting to lay back down after the Mo-hawk she use to have. Why would this stallion come and challenge her? FOR HER? With doubt in her mind, her voice continued. "Take me. I will never fight an unfair fight." Realizing she didn't care for Arah, this was the chance for her to release the mare. "I also do not wish for Arah. Her presence is draining." Energy and patience. Angora had lacked a fair amount of those two things. Her crippled version of the word ‘game’ would not come to play with this horned beast. Her heart boasted a steady beat. She wasn’t generally to troublesome, but this stallion held so much anger and hate for her, it could only mean one thing. He was pissed for her stealing Arah. Her freedom seemed to drain away. She had surrendered now. Without a doubt in her mind this would be a smart choice among the sea of stupidity that usually flooded her bode. Why would she fight a fight that she did not want to win? With an aggravated click in her hocks. She spun around. ”Lead me away, Police.” A grumble left her tongue. A prisoner to a police that had no name other than, White stallion. ”Let’s goooo! Before I change my mind.” Aggravated, Angora waited for the stallion to come next to her and lead her SOMEWHERE! She knew the default win went to him, but she didn’t care. Fighting. Was not. Her. Forte.

OOC:
Angora surrenders as she hates fighting, and it isn’t in her character.

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#5
Default victory to Mauja. He receives one VP and Angora is now his captive. She may choose to challenge for freedom or try to escape after a week's time.
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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo
#6
+1825268 for sticking to the character. <3 Keep an eye on the Basin, as a new thread will appear there for us soon!


It did not play out as he had expected. With the roar of the storm in his ears, and a cold hunger in his gaze, he had expected defiance, a challenge, or even a dash for freedom. But, no — no such thing came. Only a bitter, sarcastic voice from the stationary mare, and in spite of his anger his black-tipped ears braved the air to swivel forward. Fair? Dead children? Not fight? He kept blinking back the storm-tears from his eyes, staring at the dull-colored equine, not quite comprehending. He had been so sure that someone who harassed their borders and made attempts for their kin would have more fire in her soul, be ready to fight for her right to cause havoc.. he had been so sure that he would feel the warmth of blood on a cold, storm-wracked night, that pearly red would litter their tracks north. But fate was cruel, and for several long moments Mauja stood still, where he had stopped, just staring at her with his frigid eyes. Slowly, the monster pulled back, unhooking its fangs from his mind and soothing the frantic pace of his heart. Bit by bit truth sank in: there would be no bloodshed. There would be no release.

And so it was, that Mauja had gone from a wintery monster to just an ordinary, wind-whipped stallion. His crown of flying white hair remained, but his muscles had relaxed, his jaw no longer set so strong and his eyes not mad with pale blue fire. "Very well," he said after a moment, his voice smooth and cold. This had been easier than expected, but at the same time.. he had been looking forward to a fight.

But, damn — he was not one who could be seen fighting without a cause. He couldn't go and just beat someone up.

With a sigh the storm stole and a flick of his white tail Mauja closed the space between them, looking at her intently for a moment. He was not quite sure what was passing through her head, but that she was frustrated with him was obvious. But in all honesty, what had she expected? No retribution? Someone young and meek come to collect her? "Few things in life are fair," he suddenly said, his voice unexpectedly soft. Had she truly given birth to a stillborn, or was it just an attempt to garner his pity? To make him change his mind? With a flick of his neck he reached out to try and push his dark muzzle against her neck, to seal the bond between captor and captive, before spinning around to face north. "Thank you," he said quietly, not sure if she'd hear him over the keening noise of the wind, but what did it matter? "Let's go, then."

And with that, he was off, striding north with a burdened, conflicted heart.
In anger, all was so easy, but once he came to, it was always more complicated than it had been before.

angels, they fell first, but I'm still here


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